Chapter 1050: Chapter 1050: It’s Me Who Feels Bad, Why Are You Crying?
Henry Thompson was livid, while at the same time, the situation between Justin Battleson and Charlotte Thompson was hardly any better.
Charlotte sat in the passenger seat, anxiously looking at Justin beside her.
Since they had left the hospital, they hadn’t spoken a word.
Charlotte could distinctly feel the low pressure emanating from Justin.
Many times, Charlotte wanted to speak, but she didn’t know how to start.
Seeing Justin so silent, Charlotte knew in her heart that he was angry.
Justin’s temper was actually not very good, but uniquely in front of Charlotte, he showed his softest side.
He would never speak harshly to Charlotte, but sometimes when he was too angry, he wouldn’t let his negative side show to Charlotte.
But this time, it was the first time Charlotte had seen Justin like this.
It was completely different from usual.
Charlotte knew that she had crossed Justin’s line.
A line that no one, even he himself, would touch.
The car drove smoothly as Charlotte looked out the window and finally mustered the courage to ask, "Aren’t we going to pick up the children?"
"A car from Stardust Garden has already been dispatched," Justin coldly replied.
With her hands tightened on her lap, Charlotte licked her somewhat dry lips, feeling rather lost.
Still unsure how to face Justin, she could only silently shift her gaze away, watching the scenery rush by outside the window.
But she didn’t notice that Justin’s hands on the steering wheel were continually tightening.
Noticing the changing scenery along the road, Charlotte voiced her confusion with some uncertainty, "Aren’t we going back to Stardust Garden?"
The road Justin was on was not leading back to Stardust Garden.
However, this time Justin did not answer Charlotte, and the silence in the car made Charlotte feel like she was suffocating.
She didn’t like this feeling.
But all this was her own fault.
She had touched Justin’s wound herself, had investigated Justin’s past without permission.
She knew what mattered to Justin.
Suddenly, the car stopped sharply, the tires screeching loudly against the ground, and Charlotte was jolted forward, the seatbelt painfully restraining her.
She hadn’t expected Justin to brake so suddenly, and when she turned her head, all she heard was the sound of the car door closing.
Charlotte silently unbuckled her seatbelt, opened the door, and got out, only to find that Justin had brought her back to their villa.
For the past few days, Justin and Charlotte had been staying in Stardust Garden, so it had been a long time since they had returned to the villa.
Seeing Justin walk around the car towards her, Charlotte’s heart leaped, and she tried to grab Justin’s hand, but he brushed past her, causing Charlotte to stagger, grabbing at air.
Charlotte’s hand froze mid-air; she watched Justin’s retreating figure, and suddenly, a sense of grievance and helplessness overwhelmed her.
She sniffed, a sour sensation flooding her eyes.
When had she ever felt so aggrieved since getting back together with Justin?
Inexpressible emotions suddenly broke through the dams, crashing down and sweeping away all of Charlotte’s rationality.
She stood there, head drooping, tears uncontrollably rolling down her cheeks like a string of beads snapped.
At that moment, Charlotte felt a pair of warm hands cup her cheeks.
Then, a sigh came from above her head.
It sounded both helpless and heartrending.
"Clearly, I’m the one who’s hurting, why are you crying?"